Prompt: Beautiful African village woman, hyper-realistic, hyper-detailed fantasy art; elegant, intricate, detailed, symmetrical face, accurate anatomy and eyes. no watermark.
Prompt: Aliens Among Us, from beyond the stars,
Mysterious beings, with customs bizarre,
Unseen and hidden, in plain sight,
Observing our world, day and night.
They walk among us, incognito,
Their presence veiled, a secret show,
In human guise, they blend so well,
Amongst the crowds, they silently dwell.
Their minds are sharp, their thoughts unknown,
Their motives unclear, their origins not shown,
Do they come in peace, or with intent?
Aliens Among Us, a puzzle to invent.
Perhaps they watch us with curiosity,
Or study our ways with scrutiny,
What knowledge do they seek to gain,
From our planet, on which they deign?
Are they friends or foes, we do not know,
As they move among us, to and fro,
A mystery that lingers, a puzzle unsolved,
Aliens Among Us, yet to be evolved.
Prompt: I've been bending backwards 'til I'm broke Watching all these dreams go up in smoke Let beauty come out of ashes, surreal, intricate, complementary colors, accurate, digital painting, fantasy, fantastic view, cinematic lighting, crisp quality, cinematic postprocessing, HQ, 8k, ultra detailed, award winning, a masterpiece, Toosh Toosh, Anna Dittmann, Alphonse Mucha, Jordan Grimmer, Ismail Inceoglu, Huang Guangjian, Dan Witz, Sherry Akrami, Ferdinand Knab, Salvador Dalí, Naoto Hattori, Tom Bagshaw, Johnson Tsang, Carrie Ann Baade, Android Jones, Daniel F Gerhartz, Gustave Dore, H.R. Giger, Junji Ito, Meghan Duncanson, Jennifer Lommers, Didier Lourenço, Blake Neubert, Jacek Yerka, Michelangelo, Gediminas Pranckevicius, Catherine Abel, George Callaghan, Jean Baptiste Monge, Jessica Rossier, Brian Froud, Gustave Baumann, Hugo Pratt, Nicki Boehme, Thomas Kinkade, Marianne Fons, Z.L. Feng, Josephine Wall, Artgerm, Van Gogh, Pino Daeni, Alex Alemany, Ivan Shishkin, Dan Seagrave, Erik Johansson, Peter Mohrbacher, Tomasz Alen Kopera, Dariusz Zawadzki, Zdzisław Beksiński, Anato Finnstark, Flavio Greco Paglia, Artstation
Prompt: The Old Spooky Graveyard, a place of mystery,
Where shadows lurk, and whispers whisper eerily,
Tombstones weathered, with names long gone,
A haunted place, as night draws on.
Moonlight filters, through branches bare,
Casting eerie shadows, in the misty air,
Ghostly apparitions, a spectral sight,
A haunting scene, in the pale moonlight.
Whispers echo, among the graves,
Of souls departed, with stories to pave,
Legends of old, and tales untold,
In The Old Spooky Graveyard, mysteries unfold.
Leaves rustle, with a ghostly sound,
As if the spirits themselves are around,
A chill in the air, a shiver down the spine,
In The Old Spooky Graveyard, a place divine.
But as the dawn breaks, and night gives way,
The Old Spooky Graveyard, in the light of day,
Becomes a peaceful resting place,
Where memories linger, with grace.
A reminder of those who came before,
Whose stories live on, forevermore,
The Old Spooky Graveyard, a place of reverence,
A timeless testament, to life's impermanence.
Prompt: The Card Shark, with skill so sly,
A master of deception, oh so spry,
With a deck of cards, and a keen eye,
He plays the game, with a confident sigh.
His hands move swiftly, with practiced grace,
Shuffling, dealing, at a breakneck pace,
Aces up his sleeve, and a winning smile,
He'll take your bets, and play you for a while.
He reads your tells, with a keen perception,
Calculates the odds, with precise conception,
Bluffing, betting, with a poker face,
The Card Shark's game, a thrilling chase.
But beware, for he's a cunning foe,
A master manipulator, don't you know,
He'll lure you in, with his charming ways,
Then leave you empty-handed, in a daze.
The Card Shark, a legend at the table,
A gambler's nightmare, a risky fable,
A cunning player, with tricks up his sleeve,
Beware the Card Shark, if you dare to deceive.
Prompt: Tombstone, Arizona, a town of the Wild West,
Where legends were made, put to the test,
A place of cowboys, outlaws, and strife,
A land of adventure, in the desert's dry life.
With dusty streets, and saloons so rough,
Where cowboys would gather, and showdowns enough,
Tombstone, the name, struck fear in hearts,
As gunslingers roamed, playing their parts.
The OK Corral, a historic place,
Where Wyatt Earp and Doc Holliday would face,
The Clantons and McLaurys, in a showdown,
A legendary tale, of the old West's renown.
Tombstone, a town with stories to tell,
Of cowboys and outlaws, who fought and fell,
Their names carved on tombstones, a testament true,
To the Wild West's history, so bold and so true.
Today, a tourist spot, a piece of the past,
A reminder of days, that couldn't last,
Tombstone, Arizona, a place of lore,
Forever remembered, for the tales it bore.
Prompt: Flip flops, the shoes of ease,
Slip 'em on, feel the breeze.
Casual comfort for your feet,
Perfect for a summer's heat.
With straps that flip and flop,
They're carefree, no need to stop.
Strolling on the sandy beach,
Or dancing to a lively beat.
They come in colors bright and bold,
From classic black to shimmering gold.
They're laid-back, relaxed and cool,
A footwear choice for the rule.
So flip and flop, all day long,
With joyful steps, a carefree song.
In flip flops, you'll find your style,
A symbol of freedom and a mile-wide smile.
Prompt: Spring blossoms, a sight so sweet,
Nature's canvas, a colorful treat.
Cherry blossoms, pink and white,
Painting the world with pure delight.
Daffodils, with golden hue,
Peeking through with petals new.
Tulips, daisies, and crocuses too,
Spring's arrival, a stunning view.
Budding trees, a canopy of green,
A sign of life, a vibrant scene.
Birds chirping, bees humming,
Nature's orchestra, a symphony becoming.
A season of renewal and rebirth,
Bringing hope to the earth.
Spring blossoms, a joyful sign,
That beauty and life will always shine.
Prompt: The old flip phone, a relic of the past,
A simple device that memories hold fast.
With buttons to press and a satisfying click,
A nostalgic charm that makes us tick.
No touchscreens, no apps to download,
Just calls and texts, a communication mode.
T9 texting, a skill to hone,
Pressing keys multiple times to send a message known.
No social media or constant distraction,
Just pure conversation, a human interaction.
No endless scrolling or digital noise,
Just the simple pleasure of hearing a loved one's voice.
The old flip phone, a symbol of simpler days,
When life moved slower in so many ways.
A reminder of times when connections were real,
When conversations were heartfelt and genuine to feel.
Though technology advances at a rapid pace,
The old flip phone, with its timeless grace,
Reminds us to cherish the moments that were,
And appreciate the simplicity of communication pure.
Prompt: With nimble folds and careful crease,
An origami bird takes its lease,
A masterpiece of artful grace,
In delicate form, it finds its place.
Its wings outstretched in flight's embrace,
A symbol of freedom, full of grace,
A paper bird of pure delight,
Unfolding joy with every flight.
Its beak points skyward, eyes so bright,
A beacon of hope, a wondrous sight,
A reminder of nature's charm,
A symbol of peace, so calm and warm.
So let us fold, with patient hand,
An origami bird, a marvel grand,
A token of creativity,
And a symbol of possibility.
Prompt: In the garden, among the herbs,
Lurks a plant that often perturbs,
With leaves so sharp and flavor strong,
Bitter erbs, they do belong.
Though some may find their taste too tart,
They add depth to soups and impart,
A savory note to sauces bold,
Bitter erbs, a treasure to behold.
With their bitterness, they impart,
A complexity, a work of art,
A culinary journey, rich and deep,
Bitter erbs, a flavor to keep.
So savor them with skillful care,
Their unique taste, beyond compare,
For in their bitterness lies a charm,
Bitter erbs, a culinary alarm.
Prompt: In a Jamaican tiki hut,
Lies a paradise, so sweet and glut,
With palm-fringed roofs and bamboo walls,
A haven where relaxation calls.
With reggae beats and sandy floor,
A tropical retreat, you'll adore,
Where rum flows freely in coconut cups,
Jammin' in the sun, no time for hiccups.
The scent of jerk chicken fills the air,
As friends gather, a joyous affair,
Under thatched roofs, they dance and sway,
In the Jamaican tiki hut all day.
With colorful lanterns and twinkling lights,
The party goes on through starry nights,
With laughter, music, and island cheer,
Jammin' in the tiki hut, oh dear!
So raise a glass and toast the fun,
In the Jamaican tiki hut, under the sun,
A slice of paradise, a carefree scene,
Where worries fade, and good times glean.
Prompt: Granddad's old dentures, weathered and worn,
A treasured relic, a memory born,
A symbol of wisdom, laughter, and care,
A reminder of moments we used to share.
They sat in a glass by his bedside,
A testament to a smile so wide,
With stories and jokes that made us grin,
Granddad's old dentures, a precious kin.
Though chipped and stained, they held a tale,
Of a life well-lived, a colorful trail,
They brought joy to faces, young and old,
Granddad's old dentures, worth their weight in gold.
They may be just teeth, but oh, so much more,
A legacy of love that we adore,
A reminder of a granddad so dear,
Whose memory lives on, crystal clear.
So let us treasure these dentures old,
A cherished keepsake, a story untold,
For they hold a special place in our hearts,
Granddad's old dentures, a treasure that imparts.
Prompt: A pecan piece of pie, so sweet and fine,
A delectable treat, a taste divine,
With buttery crust and filling so rich,
A delight for the senses, a flavorful hitch.
Each bite a symphony of textures and taste,
A perfect blend, a culinary embrace,
The crunch of pecans, the smoothness of cream,
A pecan piece of pie, a dessert dream.
A dollop of whipped cream on top,
Enhances the flavor, a sugary swap,
A symphony of sweetness on the tongue,
A pecan piece of pie, a melody unsung.
So let us savor this pie so grand,
A scrumptious dessert, made by hand,
A slice of heaven, a culinary delight,
A pecan piece of pie, a pure gastronomic height.
Prompt: The brave officer, with valor and might,
A hero in uniform, standing upright,
With courage in their heart, and duty as their guide,
They protect and serve with unwavering pride.
Through perilous streets and dark alleys deep,
They uphold the law, their watch they keep,
With a stern resolve and a steady hand,
The brave officer, a defender of the land.
In the face of danger, they stand tall,
Facing adversity with unwavering gall,
They safeguard the innocent, uphold the right,
The brave officer, a beacon of light.
Through trials and challenges, they press on,
With compassion and courage that never is gone,
They serve their community with honor and grace,
The brave officer, a hero in every place.
So let us salute, with reverence and respect,
The brave officer, whose bravery we reflect,
For their unwavering service, day and night,
The brave officer, a beacon of might.
Prompt: In a treasure chest, hidden from sight,
A gleaming fortune, a wondrous sight,
Gold coins everywhere, a dazzling display,
A priceless bounty, that takes breath away.
They shimmer and glimmer, in the golden light,
A treasure trove, a wondrous sight,
Like stars that fell from the sky above,
Gold coins everywhere, a treasure trove.
With each coin's gleam, a story is told,
Of adventures bold, of legends untold,
Of pirates' plunder, and ancient lore,
Gold coins everywhere, a treasure to explore.
They hold a promise of dreams come true,
A symbol of wealth, both old and new,
A treasure chest of hopes and dreams,
Gold coins everywhere, a treasure that gleams.
But beyond the riches, and glimmering gold,
A deeper meaning, a tale untold,
For treasure lies not just in coins and wealth,
But in the moments shared, with joy and health.
So let us cherish the treasures we find,
In love and laughter, with hearts aligned,
For gold coins everywhere may come and go,
But the truest treasure, our hearts will know.
Prompt: In a treasure chest, hidden from sight,
A gleaming fortune, a wondrous sight,
Gold coins everywhere, a dazzling display,
A priceless bounty, that takes breath away.
They shimmer and glimmer, in the golden light,
A treasure trove, a wondrous sight,
Like stars that fell from the sky above,
Gold coins everywhere, a treasure trove.
With each coin's gleam, a story is told,
Of adventures bold, of legends untold,
Of pirates' plunder, and ancient lore,
Gold coins everywhere, a treasure to explore.
They hold a promise of dreams come true,
A symbol of wealth, both old and new,
A treasure chest of hopes and dreams,
Gold coins everywhere, a treasure that gleams.
But beyond the riches, and glimmering gold,
A deeper meaning, a tale untold,
For treasure lies not just in coins and wealth,
But in the moments shared, with joy and health.
So let us cherish the treasures we find,
In love and laughter, with hearts aligned,
For gold coins everywhere may come and go,
But the truest treasure, our hearts will know.
Prompt: A very beautiful girl speaking blessings towards a cup of water, the water is freezing to show very beautiful patterns. A heavy impasto palette knife style expressionist painting, heavy brushstrokes oil on canvas, vibrant colors
Prompt: two old kennels have five fingers of people sitting at a wooden table in an old cottage, curtains in the window, flowers on the windowsill, an old clock on the wall, a caricature.
Dream Level: is increased each time when you "Go Deeper" into the dream. Each new level is harder to achieve and
takes more iterations than the one before.
Rare Deep Dream: is any dream which went deeper than level 6.
Deep Dream
You cannot go deeper into someone else's dream. You must create your own.
Deep Dream
Currently going deeper is available only for Deep Dreams.